I lived in Portland for 10 years and was happy to read about hauntings of
places I was familiar with. One time my wife and I went to Fort Clatsop and
when I went into the ammunition dump with a flashlight my wife went nuts. She
insisted I get the hell out of there. I had my two kids with me and she
literally ran from the place I was shining my light. I later went to the
public library and ran across a story about Fort Clatsop. Aparrently there is
the ghost of a night watchman who is seen now and then carrying a lantern
while making his rounds as night watchman. I understand the fort prison was a
very cruel place and the night watchman must still feel the need to make sure
"all is well".